#Brassius is barely in this

[tvitr]

Brassius learnt a valuable lesson that day.

(Inspired by this post)

[drawnbinary]

Hassel barely getting the door closed when he gets home before kissin Brassius 💕

[vante1920pm]

Can I request headcanons for Jacq, Grusha, Brassius, and Larry's first kiss with gn s/o?

──;; 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐒 ★☆

★ 𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲: we need more jacq content 😔✊️

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☆ 𝘀𝘆𝗻𝗼𝗽𝘀𝗶𝘀: your first kiss with the sv men and how they kiss now

☆ 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀: jacq, grusha, brassius, larry

☆ 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴: gn!reader, fluffy fluff, kissy kisses, that's all

❛  JACQ !   ❜

first kiss ─

Jacq planned it for a while. He took you on a date, after that you went home and watched a movie, then he just kissed you. It was short but cute.

what his kisses are like ─

-ㅤㅤ soft and simple

His kisses are like getting a pillow thrown in your face. It's soft and there's no real force in it. He pulls you by your waist and whispers sweet things between each kiss.

❛  GRUSHA !   ❜

first kiss ─

It was an accident, honestly. He tried to kiss you on the cheek, but you moved your face at the worst time and then his lips were on yours.

You're laughing about it now tho.

what his kisses are like ─

-ㅤㅤ stiff and awkward

He's not a man for pda. Even after years of dating, he's still nervous whenever you touch him, let alone kiss. He gets all blushy and shy <3

❛  BRASSIUS !   ❜

first kiss ─

He just went for it. No hesitation, just dipped down/up to you. He just got nervous after it happened and hid his face behind his hands 🤭

what his kisses are like ─

-ㅤㅤ passionate and hard

He's an artist, he knows what real passion means. He's not one to hold back, even if he's nervous. He knows how to do it right.

❛  LARRY !   ❜

first kiss ─

It was weird. You kissed him first, he didn't react at all. His expression didn't change one bit, only his eyebrows were raised barely noticeable. You didn't know, but he was relieved he hadn't to be the one to initiate it.

what his kisses are like ─

-ㅤㅤ sloppy and careful

Cutie patootie, he's not used to affection, so there's not much knowledge on his side. You have to guide him whenever you share a kiss, but after some practice he's getting better real quick

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[celestialholz]

Surrendering fucking Sunflora.

Oh Brassius. Brassius, Brassius, Brassius. I'm going to have to murder you with my bare hands for this one. Don't even need to wake up the Armarouge - you take an extended nap, king, keep those cannons fresh.

Did you know guys that there are thirty-three Surrendering Sunflora in and around Artazon? I do, because I've just spent forty-five minutes of the only life I will ever have working it out. And then another twenty ensuring I'm not wrong, which I possibly still am because this bitch has hidden these things everywhere! Arceus has placed me on this earth only to suffer.

But in spending over an hour on this, finally my soul can rest, because I have confirmation. Confirmation of what, exactly?

... Well, every single Surrendering Sunflora location is representative of what Hassel means to Brassius, in one way or another.

Might want to get your popcorn for this one, friends, maybe grab a blanket...

First though, before I attempt the frankly ridiculous task of explaining all these locations and their meanings, corporate needs you to find the difference between these two pictures:

They're the same picture.

Hassel is Sunflora in human form and with more dragons, right down to his mostly-green-and-yellow colour scheme and sunshine personality. And we know from this little extract that he is the direct inspiration for Surrendering Sunflora, because after Brassius tells you Hassel saved his life, he adds:

Much like The Harvest is part-Arboliva, part-Brass and part-Hass, as seen here in respective shape, spikiness and dragon colour...

... Surrendering Sunflora is part-Sunflora, part-Hass and part-Brass, in form, representation, and mood at the time of its creation.

Anyway, with that established, a map that took me another forty minutes to put together:

This is the location of every Surrendering Sunflora in and around this goddamn hellscape of a town. (/j, it's very pretty, but I am a salty girl.)

Now, some of these are notably easier to figure out than others, but just for clarity's sake... one to thirty-three, a breakdown. (Of the numbers, not me. Although you pull any more of this shit Brassie, it will be my personal breakdown.) I would screenshot every one, but Tumblr's 10-pic limit is having none of it, so I'll show off the more interesting ones at points and note the rest in text. I will also be looking at them from the perspective of being the Sunflora - the direction the sculpture itself faces.

Now, bear in mind... these are allegorical. I've had to surmise what they mean in most cases, but... that's what an artist does. Art asks you to consider the artist's intent, to interpret what they meant by location, form, colour... whatever the piece entails. It's why we have art critics, why we have museums and art galleries - and all of these point to one singular conclusion: Brassius? Super fucking gay. If you've ever made a fic or a piece of art that hides small details or leaves things just a little to one's imagination, you've been Brassius with these sculptures.

... And frankly, why the hell else are they where they are? These are chosen spots. Most of them aren't even central, or helpful where they are, without an alternate dialogue to them.

So, let's begin!

One: just across and to the left of Two, and directly facing Glaseado Mountain. Hass leading him upwards, to literal higher heights. Doesn't get any grander or higher than Glaseado.

Two: atop a cliff face, and it's already pic time!

This one has a few things to say. First, it's overlooking the gym, second it's pointing directly south if you look at my mini-map. This is one of several that faces south, which is valid - most of Sunflora's dex entries tell us that it loves facing the sun, and in terms of planetary orbit, south is the direction in the day where the sun is at its height... which is telling, when Hassel led Brass out of depression, being his literal sunshine.

Three: right beneath the centre of the maze. Hass guiding him to the heart, his 'core' - helping him find meaning in life.

Four: also in the maze, but near the entrance. A guiding hand when one is lost, at a genuine 'dead end'. A little girl in another dead end of this maze comments how lost she is.

Five: is actually hilarious.

Sir are you fucking kidding me I will fight you in an Every Wich Way parking lot right now

Six: facing local small cliffs. Climbing the smaller hills first is a notable method of depression recovery, and given that Brass' health issues also seem physical, this is a small, easy-to-climb hill - a step to feeling healthier.

Seven and Eight: greeting you as you walk into town for the first time from the direction of Mesagoza. A feeling of comfort and homeliness, which two men with such a connection clearly have.

Nine: has a similar vibe - straight ahead of Seven and Eight, the first thing to greet you in the central plaza. The kind of welcome feeling Brass gets from Hass.

Ten and Eleven: are very obvious. These two directly face the maze, and are facing one another on opposite sides. Trust, warmth, familiarity. Interestingly, one faces east, and one west - where the sun rises and the sun sets. Hassel's always there for him.

Twelve: faces the way out to Levincia beyond, because welcoming works from either side of town.

Thirteen and Fourteen: are both either underneath the gym arena, or very nearly underneath, and Fourteen looks straight at the gym. What did I say about these two taking one another into battle?

Fifteen: is facing the pool... for a man who cries a lot. No further explanation required, but this is one of my favourites for how adorable and accepting it is on Brass' part.

Sixteen, Seventeen and Eighteen: the first of the climbing frame Sunfloras, and all of them are in a line, facing the gym. See Thirteen and Fourteen, but... these ones are also elevated, as though Hassel is watching over him during battle. Another gesture of support. They also happen to overlook a Heterarchical Loop, which we'll revisit in a mo...

Nineteen: is on the side of the climbing frame, staring at the Sunflora field used during the gym challenge. Given that it's also staring at said field's house, this is one of two things - emotional vigilance, or home comforts. It's also beside a version of The Harvest, which we know is part-Hass too.

Twenty: climbing frame, above Sixteen, Seventeen and Eighteen - an even higher guardian, and also one that can see the arena. This is also directly across from the Paradoxical Popper, and coupled with what I just mentioned about the Heterarchical Loop... well, this brilliant piece of meta that you've probably already read (top job, fellow theorist <3) shows us that yeah, these old pieces by an unnamed artist are probably also Brassie's, which makes this completely adorable - we know from Art (4) that Brass considers his old pieces 'shallow trash'. By his masterpieces overlooking them, they act as a reminder - that Hassel believes in him, that he can do brilliant things - that his new work has a purpose. Even if they aren't his old works, the fact that he places them literally higher up shows that he has more respect for something inspired by Hassel than any other works.

Twenty-One and Twenty-Two: the last of the climbing frame ones, and again, at height, and directly facing the gym. Just behind these is a climbing wall, which heads up towards a dragon-coloured Harvest. Considering that we can infer that Hassel influenced Surrendering Sunflora first, as Brass tells us that he created it directly after Hass saved him, having to head up to a Harvest coloured with Hass' type is really quite sweet as it was likely a result of their connection later down the line. But regardless of order, these two are again indicative of Hass' care for him.

Twenty-Three: is... well, at the back of someone's house. What's fun about this one is that A. there is literally no reason for this to be here if it's simply about showing off an art piece, and B. even in the daytime, as you can see, this spot? Perpetually in the shade. Even when Brassius feels dark, there's Hassel - his permanent sunshine, making sure he never feels too alone, or abandoned in a place no one would look for him.

Another of my favourites - the symbolism here is gorgeous.

Twenty-Four and Twenty-Five: greet you if you walk into town from the Levincia side, which is very much along the same lines as Seven and Eight - a warm, sunshine welcome, a peacefulness of spirit.

Twenty-Six: stares directly at the side of the Go-for-Broke Grill... which just so happens to be where one finds Encounter Power: Dragon food. Goddamn gay people and their apples...

Twenty-Seven: is behind the Grill, and looking straight at the Sunflora field. The Sunflora field is not only a core part of the gym test, but the specific direction of this one points at the house attached to the field. So not only is this field full of sunshine, it's overlooked by it, too. Anything directed towards a house also speaks of hearth and home - a comfort, a feeling of literally being 'at home' in someone's presence.

Twenty-Eight and Twenty-Nine: stand as guardians to the Sunflora field, right on either side of its gate. Now, for this one, I would like to draw your attention to a piece of dialogue Hass gives you during the League:

"I am Hassel, the dragon guarding the final fortress of the Elite test."

Whilst this field is no fortress, these ones nevertheless stand taller than any other Surrendering Sunflora in the town - the 'protectors' of the field of sunshine, the warmth and the light Brass has experienced beneath Hass. Now, given that Hass also tells you in the League that his job as a teacher is to guide students and watch them grow... well, here we are. He's helped Brassius grow, prosper, and find his inner light, and he'll protect him at all costs from that darkness. And size matters, here - these are big, they stand out, therefore they are deliberately important. This is Brassius' greatest impression of his love - as a protector, and a guide to the light.

Thirty: stands in the Sunflora field itself. This one is notably smaller than the gatekeepers, the usual size of those around town, and is just across from a dragon Harvest in the same field. Again, why not put your emotional sunshine in a field of your actual ones? (And why not do it twice, y'know, because you're massively dramatic...)

Thirty-One: sees our final return to the climbing frame - this is one of the ones I missed originally, because it's directly beneath it. There's another one down here too, right beneath the Popper, but as they mean the same thing as Twenty-Three, we'll count them together - a location always dark and in shade, illuminated. They're also hemmed in by the wooden walls of the climbing frame - they are, quite literally, trapped - like one might be in their own mind, during depression, without a source of light.

Thirty-Two: is probably my favourite of them all. This harks back to number One, overlooking Glaseado, except...

Well, this looks at another mountain, and it's literally not in Artazon - it's the one I showed you in the very first photo of this post. The location box for Artazon doesn't even crop up. It is, however, facing direct south, but... what's it doing here?

In facing the sun's peak, this one exists to show us that there isn't a mountain Hassel can't help Brassius overcome, however high. Look at where you end up, if you follow this cliff directly from this Sunflora:

The highest peak you can see all of Artazon clearly from, considerably overlooking every other Sunflora that already overlooks core parts of the town important to Brassie. You know what they call that level of symbolism? Fucking love.

And finally, we end on Thirty-Three, which... well. I think we all know what a Pokemon Center does. It heals, it brings your Pokemon back from the brink of death - and who do we know, who's done that for Brassius?

... Pokemon Centers are free, and in this generation, even feature a kindly Nurse Joy who will offer you guidance and assistance through the big, wide, open world of Paldea from the goodness of her own heart.

... This whole town is a love letter. At every turn, you run into a new page of narrative through these Sunfloras: you slot together another meaning, you see the hearts of two men woven into every little stitch. And whether or not this was Brassius' intention, it was almost certainly the intention of those who made him. This is what art directors do, this is what devs hide for you to find. This is Pokemon's ultimate Easter egg, and it is fucking beautiful.

I don't know any more than you lovely people do if they're ever going to officially confirm Hassius as a romantic duo - in love, married, whatever. And I'd love to see it as much as you all would, but... well, I already have. Here it is, right in front of us, if only we're willing to look. Of all the meta I've posted on these two so far, this... yeah, this is the most gay and glorious of them all. And I've still got more to say, just... not on this. We're good here.

... Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to do that killing thing I mentioned earlier, though maybe after a nap... sir you must die by my own hand for CRIMES AGAINST MY FREE TIME. (jk, king. Love you, keep doing what you're doing. I am but an average poster without your delicious homosexuality. xoxo)

[charcadett]

Hiiii! I love your work!! Here's my request, maybe it's a bit silly but I think this could be funny.

How would the Gym Leaders respond to their s/o being tipsy/drunk?

OOOOH this is very funny. Full disclosure, I don’t drink often. Like maybe three times a year. So this is based on my limited experience. Hope you enjoy!!

CW: Alcochol

Gym Leaders With Their Drunk S/O

Katy

She’s also rather tipsy herself as she hangs off your arm and giggles. It’s no fun drinking by yourself! The two of you stumble after each other, barely able to speak through mouthfuls of laughter, and the kisses she keeps pressing against your cheeks. Katy’s an affectionate drunk. She finds it romantic when you share a drink, two straws from the same glass. I hope you like fruity drinks, they’re her favorite.

Brassius

He links his arm with you to keep your footsteps even. The last thing he wants is you tripping and falling on your face. Ushers you to bed, with a glass of water and a bottle of tylenol, before making his way into the studio for the night. Secretly, he is quite pleased to have the opportunity to pull an all-nighter. As much as he feels warm when you worry him into a good nights sleep, he enjoys the inspiration he gets under the stars. What you don’t know won’t hurt you,

Kofu

His tolerance is greater than most others, which you knew, but still insisted on trying to drink him under the table. Kofu gives you a pat on the back, pays your tab, and carries you home on his back with a booming laugh and a few teasing remarks. You wake the next morning to a pounding headache and a greasy breakfast. Kofu hasn’t slowed at all. No fair.

Grusha

He sighs and acts like keeping an eye on you is some Atlas sized burden he has to bear. In reality, he can feel his ego growing each second you slur over a compliment or plop your head against his shoulder. Grusha takes you outside in the snow and snickers as you complain. Come on, the snow’s supposed to sober you up, y’know? Grusha will make fun of your drink of choice despite being incapable of taking a shot without gagging.

Tulip

Another Gym Leader with an incredibly high tolerance. You’re giggling and red in the face while Tulip stares adoringly at you, absent-mindedly stirring her drink. You can tell when she’s tipsy. Tulip gets much more open with PDA. Cupping your face, she tells you how sweet you are as you melt. For some reason, you wake up in a blanket fort in the living room of Tulip’s apartment. The two of you crawl into the bathroom for some water and headache medication.

Ryme

She takes this opportunity to push you on stage to do some karaoke. You get to see her on stage, now it’s her turn. Sing your heart out, babe, Ryme’ll be cheering for you louder than anyone else. On the way home, she carries you over the threshold with you in her arms, a huge grin plastered on her face. All her bravado dissipates when you drunkenly joke she’s practicing for your wedding. You’ve never seen her so flustered filling a glass up with water for you.

Larry

He keeps feeding you, so you haven’t managed to get past the “mildly buzzed” mark. Larry is significantly more intoxicated than you. His voice isn’t louder than a mumble, slurring something as he aims another spoonful of soup towards your mouth. Insisting it was lonely to drink by yourself, he bought a drink alongside you. Who knew he was such a lightweight?

[bellafragolina]

Can I please have headcanons for Brassius, Larry and Clavell with a female, chubby, very very big chested SO?

They accidentally walk in on her changing, which results in a big revelation for them because they ever saw her only in baggy shirts and now for the first time with bare chest.

Thanks in advance ❤️

- Anon Germany

hello my darling! coming right up!

🍓🍓🍓

Brassius:

Brassius is an appreciator of beauty. He knows it when he sees it, and he loves all of it. And now is no different. Walking in to find you, perfect beautiful you, with your torso bare to him. . . It’s a sculpture he can never hope to recreate. The thought alone sends him to his knees in agony.

He laments never being able to truly capture your beauty as you stand there, clutching your clothes, unsure of what to do. You scramble to put a shirt on, but that just leads to him lamenting more and louder. You’re so beautiful! Your figure is perfect! You must let him gaze upon it! Please.

Brassius respects your choice if you say no. After he calms down, he realizes how much that must’ve been for you, and apologizes profusely. While he does want to sculpt you, paint you, he understands all of that was a lot and might’ve made you uncomfortable. But you are beautiful, so there’s no need to hide behind baggy clothes. If you like, he knows some nice boutiques, and his eye for fashion isn’t half bad. If you’re interested?

Larry:

At first, without hearing the door open, you don’t even realize Larry is there. He’s stood dead silent in the doorway, just watching you get undressed after a long day. He doesn’t mean to be creepy or anything, he just can’t help admiring the view. He’s never seen your full figure before, and he likes seeing just how beautiful you are beneath your baggy clothing

When you finally notice Larry standing there and scream or yell out your shock, you get quite a show. For the first time, Larry looks almost panicked. He darts out of the door, tripping over himself as he goes, and hides in the living room. He's mortified at how pervy and weird that was, and feels terrible for scaring you like that.

He apologies the moment you come out of the room. It's awkward, because he's trying to explain why he was just stood there staring, but everything he says sounds bad. He was admiring you, how pretty your figure is, but not in a perverted way! He's really sorry, but he hopes you know how gorgeous you are, baggy clothing or no.

Clavell:

Clavell, the poor thing, does not sneak up on you. He enters the room, sees you're half naked, and shouts so loud you nearly fall over. He's covering his eyes, stammering out apologies for walking in without knocking in his haste, struggling to get out of the room without being able to see. You take pity on him, guiding him out of the room, and he gets one last glance of your figure, your large chest

Clavell collapses into an armchair in the living room, reeling from what he just saw. He can't get the image of you out of his head. He's imagining ten million things, from outfits you could wear to things he could say to you as compliments. He tries to hash together more apologies alongside the compliments, wanting to be sincere but not crude! You're beautiful to him, in every way there is.

When you come out, he apologies again, hoping he didn't cause you too much distress. Though in reality he probably stressed himself out more than anything. He compliments you, and things continue, but you notice a change in him. He's taking you to boutiques, showing you beautiful dresses and shirts he says would accentuate your figure. He's willing to buy it all himself, if only you'll wear it? Even just for him? Please?

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first request of the new batch eyo

~Renee

[smallestapplin]

Can I please request a Brassius x female, chubby and short (5'1") but very very big chested Reader?

They are in a relationship since a while but Brassius takes it slowly for he thinks that reader is a shy person and self-concious for she is only ever seen in baggy shirts.

One day Brassius downright begs her to nude model for him for a portrait, to get her out of her shell.

Reader may be quiet but neither shy nor self-concious, she just didn't wanted to overwhelm her love this fast with what is hidden under her shirt.

But when Brassius begs her so sweetly, how can she deny his request?

It's up to you how spicy it becomes, but I hope for burning spicy (>///<)

Thank you very much in advance! ❤️

- Anon Germany

I hope you enjoy this! ^^;

🔞18+Only!🔞 MDNI🔞

Cw : fem afab reader, some groping.

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Brassius never had any issues with how you dressed, you express yourself however you wish! You are still his beloved, and he understands you just want to be comfortable. You’ve never acted shy, but he knows looks can be deceiving and never pushed the topic. Until now, that is.

“My Dear, please, let me paint you. You are my muse, and it would be an honor to draw your bare beauty in its rawest form.”

In the year he’s dated you, he’s never seen you without a jacket on, and he’d never pressure you out of your comfort zone, but what’s the harm in asking? By the stars, he’s glad he asked.

Brassius had no doubt you were stunning, but watching you easily strip with such grace, being graced with such a glorious sight of your bare body as you sit on a bar stool in his art room.

“Like this?”

You don’t care, but you’ve never posed like this before and have no idea what to do. He’s almost horrified you’d think this was it!

“Oh goodness no, let me get a better setup for you”

You stand there as the green-haired man runs around the room, pushing a very nice 19th-century daybed.

“Please, lay across this.” Brassius directs you how to lay, lent back on your side with your left arm under your large breast and resting on your right side, and your right arm up and behind the pillow you are elevated against.

Being naked like this isn’t what’s making you want to squirm, nor the cold air making your nipples pebble, but the hungry way Brassius looks at you.

Every glance he gives lingers across your chest.

You don’t mind, but it’s making you feel hot. Your thighs clench, rubbing together trying to ease the slowly building heat.

“Don’t move yet, my sweet.”

The dark desired filled look he gives you sends a shiver down your spine. You hold your pose, but can’t stop the occasional trembling, not with that heated gaze.

Brassius sighs, running his fingers through his hair before stepping away from his sketch, and towards you.

“Are you stiff? We can take a break if you’d like, as I’d like to truly capture your essence.”

You shake your head, avoiding eye contact.

“I’m fine, hon, honest.”

He doesn’t believe you.

You look at him as he kneels in front of you, his rough hands slowly sliding from your thick thighs, up the pudge of your stomach. He pauses for a moment, squeezing your love handles, before continuing up the sides of your chest.

“You truly are a goddess. They have made paintings, worshipping you, making sure such beauty would be preserved for generations to see.”

You can feel your face burning as you avert your gaze.

“B-Brassius, you don’t-“

“Shh, let me worship my goddess.”

Your breathing shakes as his thumbs rub over your nipples before gently squeezing the soft, supple skin of your tits.

“Such a stunning figure you’ve kept hidden from me, so much to love, such a stunning sight that simply must be shared!”

You lightly arch your back, keening as he pinches your nipples, lightly tugging on them. Brassius can feel the drool pooling in his mouth, watching your body jiggle and squirm from his touch.

“Please, let me worship you. Allow me just a taste.”

You lean your head back, panting, listening to his voice low in your ear.

“I am nothing but a devoted worshipper, a devoted follower. addicted to you like you're the finest ambrosia.”

A whimper escapes your lips, feelings his hard cock pressing against your thighs.

And with how he begs, with how he touches you, how could you say no?

[r0-boat]

Dragon in bramble part 2

Someone requested me to do this,

And when I came back the next day it was gone so what the hell Tumblr ahh

Brassius x Afab!Reader x Hassel

Cw: polyamory, breeding

Nsfw under cut

Hassel has always been a stickler for patience.

He is an artist after all, and takes true pride in his work. Each stroke of his brush is slow and precise. Knowing that each line he makes with his hand will all contribute in the final piece as a whole later. It might take days, weeks, even months but that loss of time will always be worth it.

But here Brassius could only smirk, watching his other beloved thrash against the ropes. His eyes completely clouded with nothing but desire. His eyes prying into the scene before him of his husband over his other spouse whose nails were digging into Brassius's back,

His growls muffled by the gag in his mouth, the throbbing of his red, drooling cock becoming all too much to bear.

Hips moving bucking upward, trying to match his husband's speed wishing his cock was being milked instead.

Only when Hassel's growls turn into whimpering sobs, Brassius clicked his tongue.

"Behave yourself Hass, you've had your turn, give me a chance to pump them full"

His breath shakes at that comment, going straight to his cock.

Fuuuuck, he wants more, he doesn't care if he's breeding you or Brassius, he just wants something to empty his aching balls into.

And he needs it now.

Hassel shoots you the most pitiful puppy-eyed look he can muster, pleading for you to take pity on this poor Dragon who wanted nothing but love and attention from his two partners.

When you tilt your head at him, a hand places on your chin moving you back to meet Brass's gray eyes.

"Pay no mind to him dear, as usual, he's just being greedy."

He rolls his tongue across your neck grinding his cock deeper inside of you, brushing against that sensitive spot over and over making you clench around his shaft.

His lips continue giving your neck attention, biting and sucking before shoving his tongue in your mouth giving your lips the detention they deserve.

He swallows your moans before breaking the kiss, looking back upon hearing more whimpering and thrashing.

...

An idea popped his head once more, with a smirk he turns back to you.

"If he wants to see us this badly maybe we should give him what he."

Before you could question him he wraps an arm around you lifting and moving you to face the chair. Your knees planted into the sheets, he lifts you up, your back pressed against his naked chest, your eyes now looking directly into Hassel's golden ones.

What a sight to behold.

His bright eyes were now dull with lust, his pupils blown, hair down in his face, his teeth biting down on the gag, you could just barely hear his muffled growls of your's and Brassius’ name with drool dripping from his mouth. His chest rising and falling, the dark green Bramble ropes around his body holding him to the chair firmly with the rubber spikes digging into his skin. His cock twitched, precum beading and dripping down the hard shaft.

As you take in the sight of your poor husband, your other one reaches for a tie laying forgotten on the ground.

Your arms are grabbed. You feel something wrap around them, and tie them together. Brassius holds you up, his dick bumping against your clit before slamming you down onto him, tip nuzzling against your cervix.

"Brass!" you yell, arching back up against him and throwing your head over his shoulder.

Hassel’s eyes remain transfixed on the way Brassius's cock disappears in your cunt.

[writingrenna]

"Why You...?"

Larry x GN!Reader

(Relationship Status: Life Partners)

(Tone: Angsty, Tragic, Depressing)

(Warnings: Larry is depressed and barely aware of his surroundings, you're gone for unexplained reasons, he overdoses on sleeping meds)

(Also, he's alive at the end, but he certainly won't be waking up anytime soon)

//V\\

The man looked at the clock on his nightstand. 9:27. He had slept through his alarm.

He sighed, not really worrying too much about that at the moment, deciding he'll just deal with Geeta later.

He dragged himself out of bed, walking into the bathroom. He grabbed his toothbrush and the toothpaste. He looked down at his hands, suddenly aware that his arms were shaking when...

//V\\

He's at his desk. He doesn't remember if Geeta actually said anything to him that morning. His mind is... elsewhere.

He tries to type up some sort of report on who-knows-what. His mind really is drawing up a blank despite seeing the title.

//V\\

"...so yes, please take the rest of the day off. I will email you later this afternoon."

He looked at the corner of the screen. 13:58. He had only written about a paragraph or two. Geeta was in front of his desk, looking some shade of concerned.

'Strange...' the man thought. Her usual polite yet somewhat diplomatic smile was clear as day, yes, but she seemed to speak very gently as opposed to her usual stern 'get it done' type of way.

She walked away, but not before saying, "I hope to see you signed out in the next 15 minutes."

He got up before remembering he had to log off his work computer, so he plopped back down to--

//V\\

"Larry..."

She was back. He looked at the time. 14:18. He was sitting slumped in his chair. It was comfortable, sure, but it was also something he would never do at work.

He responds, voice oddly quiet.

"Oh, I... time must've escaped me. This won't happen again, La Primera."

She shook her head.

"You can't promise that. You know you can't. Stop forcing yourself to stick around, Larry. This is the first time you've slacked off in the over ten years you've worked for me, I can spare some time for berea--"

//V\\

He was standing at his front door, holding a container of tea and a bag. He didn't remember getting anything to eat that day, stomach suddenly growling at the sight of nourishment.

He looked up, suddenly realizing Hassel and Brassius were standing there, Brassius nodding solemnly as Hassel gave his speech.

"...I truly do hope you take this time to feel your feelings. No need for a facade. Their memory is worth letting your guard down."

"...thanks." was all the man could muster. It was then that he realized a strand of grey hair was in his line of sight. Was that always out of place? Did he even comb his hair that morning?

He backed up, closing the door before going to sip the tea in his hand...

//V\\

He was on his couch, hand on the remote control. He was looking at the news. Cloudy all week long. He growled at the sight.

'Ironic...'

His Staraptor approached, cautiously nudging his hand with its head.

He sighed.

"Not... not right now. I'm sorry."

His partner, his best friend for longer than he even worked for Geeta nodded, although the worried look on his face never went away, simply watching his trainer from slightly further away.

//V\\

It was morning. He was wrapped in the covers, sweating up a storm. He checks his phone, remembering Geeta said she'd email him, only to realize it was already open.

'Strange...'

He didn't remember reading it, which is very unlike him. Usually, he'd be on-edge until he got work done, which was ironically never-ending for him.

He hauled himself out of bed, making his way to the bathroom. He sighed, not even knowing what he wanted to do anymore. He had time off, seeing as though he wasn't achieving anything at work right now.

//V\\

He was still in the bathroom, staring at the sink. He looked at his phone. A bit over 15 minutes had passed.

Why was he just standing here?

He didn't know anymore.

His body started shaking again. He was barely aware of time passing, but the one thing that was clear as day to him was this feeling of... desolation within him.

'Why you...?' He idly thought to himself after sinking down to sit on the floor.

Why you? One of the most normal people he knew? Someone who just wanted a simple life despite living in a world full of wonder and legend.

Why you? The only person to make his heart skip a beat, the only person to break through his poker face and make his attempts at hiding his amusement a challenge.

Why you? The only person to ever really ask questions about his life? The only one who was fine staying in with him doing nothing. The only one to make him want to go out just to offer you a good time out of town.

Why YOU, of all people? He just wanted a normal life. But when you came along and shook things up for him, you became his new normal.

And now you're gone. And he doesn't know what 'normal' even felt like anymore.

He hurts. He does, really and truly.

Here he was, lying on his bathroom floor. The much-too-small bathroom in the apartment he was considering moving out of with you, to start a life together. A life fit for two.

Here he was, lying in the fetal position, tears escaping his onyx eyes through shuttered breaths. Sure, he frequently had a good cry when alone, or even in your presence, but not like this.

No, he couldn't control it this time. He opened his mouth, nose blocked and making it hard to breathe, only for a loud wail to escape. He clutched his stomach, a pain coursing through him he hadn't felt since his last relationship fell apart.

But this was different.

He found you, a blessing, someone who fully understood what his busy schedule entailed, and you accepted him for it. You made changes to accommodate him, just as he made changes to accommodate you as well.

But now you're gone.

He couldn't even take solace in knowing you were out there somewhere, finding happiness even if it wasn't with him.

No, he wasn't sure what happened to you. Nobody did. All they know was a terrible battle took place that ended in you going missing.

He forced himself to his feet, pulling himself up with the help of his sink. He didn't dare look at himself in the mirror, already knowing what he'd see.

He commanded his phone, voice shaky and almost hard to understand.

"R-rotom Phone. Open text m-m-messages, please."

It did as it was told. He stared at the screen. Many messages of "Sorry!" or "Don't give up hope yet!" Many of these people were his closest companions, but none of them quite his favorite.

He scolled through to look at the last thing his favorite person sent him.

"I'm gonna pick up some rice balls for us from the Treasure Eatery omw back! Can't wait to chow down w/you!! 😋❤️🍙"

It wasn't anything dramatic. No "I love you", no fear, just... a simple promise. A promise saying your lives would go on, continuing as it always has. Only, it wouldn't, as he didn't know where you were, where his precious ray of sunshine ended up, if your light even continued to shine at all.

To him, that simple promise that you'd be there hurt more than anything.

His lungs couldn't take it anymore, choking down a pitiful hiccup as he desperately searched his medicine cabinet. Looking for... something. He barely even noticed the slight breeze, caused by Staraptor gently fanning his wings right outside the open bathroom door, a desperate attempt to calm him down.

He found it. Sleeping pills. He had no idea if they were even in date anymore, not caring at this point despite knowing he usually passed out without them, thus rarely taking any and not needing refills that often.

He opened the bottle, ignoring the cries of some of his Pokémon, who Staraptor had released by pecking at each one. He chose some he thought would help. Komala latched onto his arm, which barely slowed him down. Oricorio, who hopped up on the counter to cheer Larry up, or at least momentarily distract him, was ignored entirely.

Despite their best efforts, it was too late. He had already tossed back a few pills, shoving his face under the faucet to drink some water to aid his efforts.

Suddenly, everything went still.

His Pokémon watched in silence as he stood straight up, slightly wobbly. He still didn't look at himself, instead turning his sink off and turning off the lights, Komala holding his arm tighter and making a frustrated face, sensing something wrong with her trainer.

He walked into his bedroom, where Staraptor unleashed Altaria. Larry walked past them, however, instead going straight to his closet. He dug into the very back of it, looking for something hidden under countless things. He was in a delirious haze at this point, medicine not quite kicking in, but mentally exhausted already.

He won't remember this later.

He grips the safe he had, opening it after accidentally putting in the wrong code the first go around. It opens, revealing things important to him. Some documents, some sentimental items...

... a small box...

He grabs it, opening it to reveal a ring.

A woozy smile spreads across his face, but his eyes were unfocused, distant.

He shuffled out of the closet on his knees, staring at it. The only light he had on in the room, the lamp on his bedside table, hit the band just right despite how shaky he was. It shone, his bleary eyes heightening the effect. He thought of you, mind swirling with nothing but a feeling of bliss for a few beautiful moments, despite looking at the ring he may never have a chance to give you.

Staraptor cried out, alerting Altaria, who hopped over to the man. He slumped back, caught by the fluffy dragon, staring up at the ceiling.

His mind was blank. He had nothing to think about, really.

He tried desperately to remember why he was so tired, why he felt a sudden wave of pure exhaustion, when he thought of something.

Not the overdose.

Not his already restless nights full of going in and out of sleep.

No, he thought of nothing as his eyelids finally fell after he lost his panicked fight against sleep, except for one little thing.

'...why us...?'

[lonelydusknoir]

Glittering Gold

AO3 Requested by: Nobody! I just decided to do this

This is a Brassius x Reader fic!! Mildly self indulgent even though I don’t really simp for this guy

CW - Near death experience but everything’s fine, no angst here!! Hope you guys love ghost types as much as I do

Paintings of various sizes were placed against the wall, stacked (somewhat) neatly, or hanging proudly for guests to see. Each artwork was given careful examination by Brassius. No detail went left unadmired. Even your amateur work was given praise. But paintings weren’t the only things you worked on. You had a couple of sketches lying about, along with a few clay crafts and Pokémon-shaped sculptures. 

As Brassius praised you for your work, you mumbled your thanks and yawned. It was too early for you to be up. You wanted to sleep in until it became the afternoon. Or maybe until the sun was ready to set in the horizon. Either way, you didn’t want to be awake. But besides that, the thought of food had your mind occupied. You were barely listening to what Brassius had to say about your art, but you don’t think he has noticed yet. 

He strolled around the room once more, getting one final look of everything before joining you for breakfast, but something caught his eye. His gaze turned to a golden coffin which seemed to shimmer from the morning light. When Brassius got closer, he was quick to realize how tall it was. It seemed to be around his height. A life-sized coffin! You’ve talked about your creations before, but he doesn’t remember you bringing up anything about a coffin. It was truly impressive.

“Avant-garde!” Brassius exclaimed, fingertips gliding over the surface of the coffin. “My beloved, how long did it take you to create this piece? It appears as though you used real gold!”

You hummed, having no idea which one of your artworks he was talking about. “Let’s see.. Uh… several months or somethin’. Maybe more than that, I don’t know. It’s hard to keep track, art can be pretty time consuming. But… you know that already.”

He grinned at your words and muttered “Fascinating!”

The mask that sat atop of the coffin gave him an odd feeling. An emotion akin to intense mourning and despair. The energy practically radiated off it, surrounding his entire being in the sad sensation. And he absolutely loved it. Brassius wondered just how you were able to put such feelings in a simple design. He had to ask you about it. Reaching up, the pads of his fingertips brushed against the mask’s cheek before he was met with a startling face. 

Red, glowing eyes revealed themselves, then a sharp-toothed grin. The coffin rattled before multiple shadowy hands emerged from the sides. The coffin lifted itself up to tower over Brassius. The man blinked, frozen from shock. 

“...Truly fascinating indeed.” Were the only words he could say. 

The coffin let out a low groan, which transformed into a cackle. Its teeth began to part, only to slam shut. Either it was a form of intimidation, or it was letting Brassius know that he was going to become its meal. The air around him suddenly felt cold as beads of sweat formed on his skin. He didn’t have any of his Pokemon to protect him, and his vine whip would probably do little damage. Even if it could deter it, he’ll only risk angering it or damaging its precious golden body. Brassius exhaled quietly before calling out your name.

“My beloved! It seems as though.. One of your masterpieces came to life!”

You blinked, brain slowly processing the words your boyfriend said. Did one of your ghost types decide to pull a prank on him? You couldn’t think of which one would try doing that. Your Dusknoir was far too stoic to be playful and your Gengar wasn’t too active during mornings. The only ghost type of yours who would decide to pull a prank this early would be Banette, but last time you checked, it was snuggled comfortably under the blankets. You scratched your cheek as you pondered a little more. Once the realization hits, anxiety instantly forms into a knot as you run into the other room. 

“Cofagrigus! Hands to yourself!” You shouted. The coffin’s eyes met yours, then retracted its arms. It let out a happy cry before settling itself against the wall once more. A sigh left your lips as your shoulders slumped. “Oh, Arceus mio… Do you have any idea how close you were to becoming a mummy?” 

Brassius took another look at your Pokemon. “Hm, seems like I have mistaken your Cofagrigus as one of your beautiful artworks. But even with a single glance at its design, you could tell that it’s truly marvelous!”

Your Cofagrigus let out a purr-like grumble, its shadowy limbs reappearing to wave its hands in the air. A smile appeared on Brassius’ face at the ghost’s joyous reaction. He took a few steps forward and placed a hand near its face. Right where its cheek would be without touching its shadowy face.

You really didn’t have much to say. “Uh. Yeah, sure,” you said before pointing to the mask on the coffin’s forehead. “By the way, don’t touch that. Basically, that little mask has a connection to its past life or whatever so, Cofagrigus gets really fussy if you touch it. And.. a bit aggressive if you’re a stranger. Sorry for not introducing the two of you.”

“Is that so?” Brassius turned his head to look back at you before focusing on your Pokemon. “I see. I feel a bit embarrassed for making that mistake.. But I am not familiar with the majority of Pokemon outside of Paldea, so do accept my apologies.”

You feel as though he meant the last part to your Cofagrigus, but you smile anyways. Despite the near-death experience he had with your beloved coffin Pokémon, they seem to be getting along just fine. You start to wonder if you’ll see Brassius work on a painting of it.. Perhaps almost getting turned into a mummy can give someone a bit of inspiration.

[pokepollsters]

Best Pokémon Gym Leader Tournament- Round 1: Match 2

It's a battle of green thumbs! Grass type sees some infighting in match number 2.

Brassius, the Verdant Virtuoso, comes in with a tough demeanour and an eye for detail. He came in with a seed of 17, just missing out on the top half, but he has a chance to prove himself today. As mentioned in his preliminary match, he makes history by letting Sudowoodo be the Grass type it longs to be, and he's been known to show up in art classes at the Paldean academy every once in a while. Can he topple his fellow Grass user?

Speaking of- it's Gardenia! The Master of Vivid Plant Pokémon has a few tricks up her sleeve. She's the only 2nd Gym Leader to use a fully-evolved 3-stage Pokémon, and that Roserade certainly lives up to the hype! She might be tough on the battlefield but she does have a vulnerable side too, being said to be afraid of the possibility of Grass/Ghost Pokémon... Let's hope no-one takes her to Kalos. With a seed of 16, she barely beat Brassius' vote total in the prelims, can she do it again here?

[drawnbinary]

I'm sorry to bother you but I've been obsessed with hassius and I'm currently gnawing them like a wooden block and leaving teeth imprints on them. They have so much potential to explore??? How did they meet, when did they meet, did they study at the academy together? There's this whole implied story of Brassius falling ill and losing inspiration only for Hassel to be there for him and helping him get better? Then there's the thing of Hassel leaving his dragon tamer clan only for his family to pester him and LYING TO HIM ABOUT HIS DAD'S ILLNESS??? How does Brassius feel about it all? How did Hassel become a teacher and an elite four member??? How did Brassius become a gym leader? There's so much potential!!!

Plus like, call me delusional, but Hassel has to be blatantly gay coded, right? Leaving his strict and traditional family that forces him to likely marry a woman and have children to continue the bloodline, but he instead chooses to be a teacher and a sort of parental figure to people who aren't closely related to him (his students), he's very emotional and prone to being moved to tears (anither sort-of stereotypically gay trait), plus he pursues art (you know how many queer artists there are) that he shares with ANOTHER male artist who he supported through a serious illness and calls PET NAMES AND SHIT??? This had to be intentional, it had to be. Gamefreak probably won't make any named character canonically queer, but imo Hassel is one of the few that comes as close to being canonically gay as posssible.

Again, sorry to bother you with this but holy FUCK there's so much to talk about. People are sleeping on this ship and it's criminal.

You're definitely not bothering me, I have been so unhinged over them for months (the Hassius discord may be relevant to your interests)

I think the only reason people are sleeping on them is because the majority of their story/characterization is hidden in the optional tutorial area rip :((

I've put most of my reply under a Read More because I accidentally wrote nearly 800 words 😅

I assume that Hassel has been an Elite Four member longer than an art teacher at the academy because all the staff were replaced after Operation Star but I think it's a super logical transition for Hassel to go from inspiring Brassius' current art style, that he's proud of, to inspiring the artists as his job. Brassius already being a public figure with a clear single-type specialty seems like a natural fit for a gym leader whenever the League was formed or looking for members (depending on how old/recent it is)

Hassel is absolutely queer-coded. Going from the next of being the head of the family, and presumably the heteronormative expectations that come along with that, and leaving all that behind to pursue a creative field is so classically queer. Also moving to another country and meeting a man with whom he forms a very deep bond and settling down there 🤨🌈. I wonder whether Hassel got into visual art before or after he got to know Brassius...

And Brassius who tries to chase fame and fortune by doing what's expected of him and becoming depressed because, although he was always free to pursue his creative field, he wasn't being genuine to himself. Hassel inspiring him to be honest with himself and doing what his heart desires leads to a piece of art that renews his desire to continue with sculpting and... I think it's no coincidence that sunflora, the pokemon symbolic of smiles and sunshine, looks like Hassel... and he filled his town with 34 of them...

Also Brassius, a fruit, in love with the dragon man, is fully designed after a dragon fruit, down to the cactus-like hair (there is also a dragon fruit that has Hassel's vague colour scheme and I definitely didn't go insane when I found it). On a barely related note, the fact that the camera objectifies Brassius so hard by always zooming in on his pelvic zone in those tight leather pants and him having a knife and a whip... what were they doing there?? Fruit

I'm intrigued as to which part of the full Surrendering Sunflora story was new to Hassel during that class but after Brassius telling it and saying, "This kind of thing is hard to tell someone, especially when they are so close to you." and then excusing himself because he outright says that he's feeling embarrassed. And Hassel being moved to tears... Also it's interesting in the first place that Hassel asked about that one and not Brassius' most recent piece, Harvest (being advertised on the Levincia billboards)

YEAH THE APPLIN THING [referencing additional ask]. The fact that it's so out-of-place for an Elite Four dragon team when there are so many other options but the symbolism of it hOOO. And god, do I even have to mention the nicknames wow.

I have three different headcanons about how they long they've been a couple depending on what kind of narrative I'm going for (and pretty much all of these have a lot more to them): - Been together for ages prior to the plot of the game, possibly married (good and flexible, mostly for fun) - Got together not long before the plot (so it makes sense that Hassel wouldn't know as much depth about Brassius' proudest piece and that Brassius is embarrassed to talk about such personal things, besides the classroom setting) - And them getting together not long after Art 4, which I think is the most likely of the headcanons for the above reasons and it felt like they were teetering on the edge of making the transition from deep friendship to more-than-friendship.

Oh man I have some elaborate headcanons about Brassius' illness (the actual illness is of little interest to me) but as a story device, it is delightful to explore and the first two of the above headcanons are where I have the most fun depending on when I set things.

ALSO HAVE YOU SEEN EPISODE TEN OF POKEMON HORIZONS Have you seen Brassius' two appletun sculptures? Have you seen inside the closet in the bedroom of the house? The green jackets in there that are clearly too large for Brassius? I'm so insane over it.

[numberonebidoofenjoyer]

I am the world’s most stubborn bastard.

yet, somehow, it always seems to bare fruit.

see you soon, brassius.

[omamervt]

Look. I know Pokemon is probably beyond third versions at this point. Gen 6 didn't get one, and Gen 8 set up the precedent for expansions over third editions. The state of S/V on release is evidence enough that their current production pipeline barely gives enough time to release the base mainline games as-is. That combined with the higher cost to the customer per version now, it just makes more sense to expand rather than re-release.

THAT SAID! I think there are enough little things that could improve the experience drastically that I'm not sure they can simply patch in or provide via DLC (at least not in the original map), or would be useless to players who don't want to completely reset their game. So, here are the features I think we're missing:

Alternate Ride Pokemon. This game introduced cyclizar and Revavroom, which were explicitly designed to look like transport methods, and Cyclizar are in fact a common Ride Pokemon. They also brought back several ride pokemon from previous generations, including Gogoat and Braviary, and once the games are connected to Home we'll be allowed to transfer in Sneasler, Wyrdeer, and Basculegion. Don't get me wrong, Koraidon is great. I love Koraidon. I'm very upset that I can't transfer the one I've grown attached to through the story out of the game when the time comes. Which, yes, I know, that's why there's Second Koraidon. But again, we're talking Third Version here. Letting players swap in a ride pokemon of their choice would be a good excuse to not give Koraidon/Miraidon right away, since the player would likely end up with both in the end. (yes I know it'd require a rewrite of Arven's plot, I'm not being paid to share my opinions, someone else can fix that)

Make wild Tera Pokemon (the ones found outside raids) about ten times as aggressive. I don't think we need player HP and whatnot brought over from Legends: Arceus but Alphas are the only fun part of that game and if they could make the wild Tera Pokemon induce the same sense of "ha, I'm in danger." when you see them? it'd be perfect. While I'm here I'd love to just say, "bring back Alphas as a permanent feature" but barring that I'll just take hyper-aggressive menaces to society of some form in every game going forward, and the wild Teras are the perfect candidate this game.

Make the badge challenges, but at the very least the Victory Road gym challenges, scale based on the number of badges you have. It was kind of a letdown to start exploring West, completing the bug and water gyms, only to have an area with lv 50 Pokemon preventing me from reaching Larry and lv 35's preventing you from reaching Tulip, only to go out east and discover that I outleveled Brassius and Iono already, and oh, also, when I went back and beat Tulip and her level 40 team, I was ready to take on the lv 50 path only to discover it lead to Larry's lv 35 gym that I was supposed to access from the other way. Route challenge levels don't bother me, but I mean, it'd be nice if the badges really could be done in any order, and barring that, don't give us the illusion of options. They presented it like you could take on gyms in the order you wanted, but really you're supposed to go East first, clear up to Mela, then head back, take on the bug and water gyms plus Bombirdier and the Asado Titan, then go BACK THE OTHER WAY to fight Iono, Orthworm, and Larry, then go southwest for Tulip, and THEN finally head north, fight the last 2 titans, take on the ice/ghost gyms, then the fairy Star base, then do Eri last. They don't tell you this, they just make it sound like you get to choose and then throw reality at you. Be a lot cooler if they just went all in on that premise and scaled the badge challenges based on how many you have.

This is a broken record beaten to death but god damn only having 4 main outfit options with no ability to even recolor them and only being able to customize hair/accessories really sucks, and is a terrible introduction to their "gender-neutral" character creation system. If Kalos really does border the northeast of the map and we get to go there in an expansion we better have access to alternative main outfit options in Luminose, but if we're all wrong about that then man it'd sure be cool if we could just have some other outfits available throughout the world under normal circumstances. Hell let us get Atticus to customize our uniforms. I'll pay him in Tera Crystals or LP, his own made up currency, he can even have his badge back, whatever it takes. just get me out of these orange pants. Hate coordinating my outfit around a single terrible piece. Only one character looks good in the Scarlet school uniform and it's Nemona.

[ethereousdelirious]

Sicktember 2023 Day 1

Prompt: Hopelessly Bad at Self Care

Fandom: Po.kémon

Characters, Br.assius, Ha.ssel

Wordcount: 1,138

Notes: *through a mouthful of drywall* these 2 make me feel insane

Brassius awoke in a fever.

This was not an unusual occurrence nor even an unexpected one; he'd felt it coming on in a slow creep: the sore throat and perpetual chill of yesterday magnified a hundredfold today.

He got up and wrapped his quilt around himself and imagined it was Hassel's arms around his shoulders. Rain tapped politely against the windows as though to draw his attention to the gray mists enveloping Artazon. The world was quiet and empty and Brassius was alone.

Everything around him magnified itself in relation to him, every sensation owning him completely. The scraping of the lid when he opened up his favorite canister of loose-leaf tea, the cold of the doorknob when he seized it. He let the quilt fall from his shoulders as the rainfall surrounded him and the door fell shut.

The curled tea leaves clinging to his shirt grew damp and fell, littering the trail his bare feet left in the mud. He weaved aimlessly behind houses and around the main roads, driven by feverish impulses— he might leave town, he might climb the windmill. His head spun and ideas never stayed for long. Nothing ever stayed with Brassius for long, his passions and notions as ephemeral as the clouds.

Rain dripped into his eyes and he blinked it away impatiently, certain in the idea that he had to go somewhere. Artazon was calling him. Nature herself singing out. Inviting him. And he was so tired, too tired and he would come because she called.

The rolling mist darkened for a moment. Brassius' head dipped, his body listing.

"Brassie!"

The voice seemed to emanate from everywhere at once. Brassius blinked, but the darkness at the corners of his vision refused to retreat.

"Brassie!"

Closer now.

His heart fluttered; he couldn't breathe. He couldn't see.

"Brassie!"

His head lolled and found something solid and rainwater dripped off his heels. He shuddered back to himself and the sweet smell of oranges made a home in his lungs. Something warmer than raindrops dripped onto his cheeks.

"Hassel?" He tried to move but couldn't, his arms pinned to his sides by a taut expanse of green fabric— Hassel's jacket. "What…?"

"You scared me." Hassel started to walk, pulling Brassius closer, somehow, to his chest. "I heard the door shut and you were gone— Oh, Brassie, you're burning up. Why didn't you say anything?"

If Hassel had been there warming his bed, Brassius was sure he would have remembered it. But no, he'd woken up alone and cold and aching. And beyond that… Before that…

Hassel murmured to him the whole way home, dodging under awnings and tree canopies to keep them out of the rain when possible. Not that it mattered at this point. They were both soaked through.

And still, Hassel weaved a meandering path in pursuit of shelter and hunched over when he couldn't find it, his broad shoulders shielding Brassius from the worst of the downpour.

At home, Hassel stripped Brassius and toweled him off and Brassius, malleable, let him. The dryer hummed and Hassel ran worn terry cloth over Brassius' fevered skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. "Did you have bad dreams, Brassie?" he asked, discarding a used towel in favor of a fresh one. He worked it gently over Brassius' feet, wiping away mud and pine needles.

Brassius wasn't entirely sure this wasn't a dream. Here was Hassel kneeling before him with such a look of rapture in his eyes that one might have thought Brassius was doing him a favor.

Brassius' back ached.

His head swam.

It must have shown on his face. Hassel froze, the towel still wrapped around Brassius' foot. "What's the matter?"

"I…" Brassius' chin dipped and there was no way to articulate the bone-deep exhaustion, that he couldn't sit up. He tried anyway, with his head bowed. "I'm tired, Hass."

Too tired to sleep, as they both soon found out. Brassius shifted beneath his covers, clutching his quilt, which Hassel had rescued from the porch. It was still a little chilled, but Brassius couldn't bear to let go of it. Tremors ran through his legs and he arched his back when the shaking became too much.

Hassel palmed his forehead and looked down at him with a tenderness Brassius knew he didn't deserve. "Do you feel cold?" he asked.

Brassius nodded, though his chief affliction was too elusive to articulate, that miserable sensation that his skin was wrong somehow, that his body didn't fit inside itself.

Hassel vanished with a word that Brassius didn't hear and time became the blur of his ceiling, colorful suncatchers indistinct at the edges of his vision. He shivered under his covers and the rain sounded like static, filling his head.

"Still awake?" Hassel asked softly, tapping his knuckles on the doorframe.

"Hass…" Something incommunicable warmed Brassius' face and pricked his eyes. There just weren't words, not for this. Not for Hassel, who had already done this once before and never should have to do it again. "I'm sorry."

Hassel entered the room properly and set a steaming mug on the nightstand. Citrus and rooibos mingled in the air. He sat and ran his hand through Brassius' matted hair. "I know, Brassie. I'm not angry. I…" He ran the backs of two fingers down Brasius' fevered cheek, tender as a lover. "I was never angry. I was worried about you."

"I know," Brassius murmured, miserable.

"I just want you to take care of yourself, that's all."

Brassius tightened his grip on the quilt and watched the steam curl in the air. Food, water, and sleep had always been trifles to him, boxes to check so he could jump into the creative process. It was his work that he sustained himself on, that gave him the drive to keep on living.

Until it hadn't.

Until it had fallen away and he'd had nothing and Hassel had found him broken and worthless and found value in him anyway.

"I don't think I know how," Brassius said.

Hassel took the mug off the nightstand and passed it over. "You can start by not wandering out in the rain when you have a fever."

"I… didn't mean to." Brassius let go of the quilt and let it settle on his chest. The thick ceramic mug was warm in his hands and he pulled it close. "But I think I was dreaming, Hass."

"Dreaming?"

"I must have been dreaming. She was calling for me."

Hassel stroked Brassius' hair again, his fierce eyes gleaming. "I'm going to call your doctor soon."

"Am I scaring you still?" Brassius looked Hassel in the face, seeking the heat in those eyes. "Do I really frighten you?"

Hassel smiled sadly and took Brassius up in his arms. "Only because I care about you, my dear."

[tvitr]

Paldea League's rules are so overly complicated that it makes sacking ANYONE an absolute nightmare.

Which sucks for Geeta since she would happily sack Poppy (since she hates having a young kid so high up in the League and knows other regions kinda judge her for it) and Brassius (since he barely takes his position seriously but also knows the rules so pisses around as much as possible because he knows he'll never get sacked for it).

She would happily relegate Poppy to a gym leader position, but...

Rules are rules.